Fredagsmys is pretty much the most holy tradition of Sweden, and if you are not from Sweden it is still not so difficult to get accustomed to it. The word origins from two words; “fredag” and “mys”, which roughly translates to Friday and cozy. Every Friday, all Swedes drive by the supermarket to buy ingredients for taco, soda and chips. Then, they all sit down in their sofas with their families or friends and watch TV. Usually, the parents fall asleep after a few glasses of wine or beer while the kids stuff themselves with chips until they have a stomach ache.

There is even a designated song that secretly everybody is at least humming or singing in their head.
Now it’s the end of the week; it is time for fredagsmys!

My “fredagsmys” is a little different. After 10 hours in front of the computer, Barley is the best thing for me to unwind and shake off the work week.

Eye to eye

Of course he is getting one of his favorite treats, too. Banana!
Yummy!!!

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